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R: Can you explain in a few words what the difference is between Goths and Satanists? Buck: Hmm... have you played Heroes III? R: Yeah. Buck: Well, the Necropolis castle represents the Goths. Buck: And Inferno represents the Satanists. Bash(s)

Funny.

More than a week ago, I had three and a half dreams in one night (a record!). In the first, I was a coach at a swimming pool. The pool was strange – shaped like one long oval ring, a third of which was a closed tunnel. Various people from my life were swimming there – classmates, friends from the "Okean" youth center, just friends. I was giving them some tasks. Then I got distracted, went outside, and they had drained the water from the pool and were running along the bottom instead of swimming. In the second, I was standing on top of a hill with friends (the ones who weren't in the first dream), and we were playing some kind of game – we had to knock down bottles placed on a snow-covered road leading down from the hill. The second dream smoothly transitioned into the third – I went down the road a bit and turned right at the intersection. There were various vehicles there – a snowmobile, a motorcycle, a square-shaped Mercedes jeep, maybe something else. There were people there, the ones I remember – my dad, a classmate, and Boris Yeltsin. The classmate got on the snowmobile, accelerated, and drove up a small snowdrift (about five meters high), jumped on it like a ramp, and drove off. Everyone else drove off too, leaving only Boris Nikolaevich. At that moment, I was somehow both myself and him at the same time. He was deep in thought, sitting in the Mercedes, and was afraid to drive after us. Meanwhile, I was riding a motorcycle next to my dad and classmate, and we drove up to Okean. Due to the tide, a lagoon had formed on the shore, and I was riding my motorcycle through it (it wasn't very deep), then I drove onto the sand, stopped, and my dad was standing next to me. Then the fourth dream appeared – we were looking at this lagoon, and suddenly it became very deep and completely transparent. There were fish swimming in it, mostly salmon, the bottom was far away and beautiful – red and green algae, smooth, colorful stones. The fish were biting and devouring each other, but even those that were left without heads continued to swim. The dream returned from the third to the fourth, we got into the vehicles and went back to Yeltsin. That's when I woke up. And the day before yesterday, I ended up in hell in a dream. Hell wasn't fiery and only vaguely resembled Orwell's "1984" (which I still haven't managed to read) – it also had three states constantly at war. Demons (very anthropomorphic, like tieflings) put me in one of the cramped cells, along with Azi and about ten other people. I remember we were flying in a dirigible over the front line, but I don't remember much else.

More than a week ago, I saw three and a half dreams in one night (a record!).

It has been proven that a person sees many more dreams while sleeping because time passes faster in dreams than in real life (the brain processes information faster than it records it). Only the last dream before waking up is usually remembered.

Sometimes, you remember several dreams. And this isn't about dreams that transition from one to another.
Today, I was at someone's funeral, although I don't know who died; I just seemed to have wandered in for a walk, maybe to eat, I don't remember anymore. Then something happened there, the usual problems. After that, I found myself on the street, in something like a canyon. Maybe it was another world, even a fantasy one, although the landscape wasn't particularly fantastical. There were me and a couple of other people, as well as a local resident. We did something, it seems like we opened or activated something, but instead of a positive result, we got a negative one, and a bunch of creatures, some kind of demons, started falling from the sky... At that moment, I thought with my friends that it would be better for us to leave this world and go back to ours and let them deal with it themselves, but on the other hand, I felt a little ashamed, and it seemed like we should help. I don't remember what happened next.

Before going to sleep, I talked to Arandor, and after that, I dreamed of Eordel Eirkraftain.
What does this mean?

You talk to me every day, and not just before bedtime.

Excuses.

Yesterday, I had a strange dream, as if we were in some building with many rooms, and each room belonged to a famous person. You had to figure out who it was, and then solve a puzzle, after which you would be rewarded. That's how I ended up in the room of the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland; his costume and some other things were there. After solving the puzzle, a box with sweet taffy appeared, and everyone tried it. =\ I also told everyone not to go to other rooms without me because I wanted to visit all of them and solve the puzzles myself... Today, I dreamed of a chaotic school. We had a lesson in one of the classrooms, but the floor near that classroom was missing. There were some makeshift beams that everyone used to cross, but it was known in advance that they would collapse before everyone could cross, and sure enough, I fell with them. A little disappointed, I went for a walk around the school. For some reason, not everyone had lessons, and some children were hanging out in the corridors, including some tough kids who started bothering me. I don't remember how I got away from them later. Then I had an argument with a teacher; I don't know who she was, I had never seen her before, but she was a complete idiot. The second dream was better because it was a heroic battle (maybe there was a backstory before that, maybe even with Hive creatures, but I don't remember it). I only remember the end of the battle. I had four paladins left, and the enemy had hundreds of red crossbowmen and about 80 swordsmen. Fortunately, they were standing in different corners, but on the same line. I ran and attacked the crossbowmen, leaving only 14 of them, although there were many more, and such damage was simply impossible. Then the swordsmen attacked me and killed one paladin, and then I finished off the crossbowmen, I think. In general, I don't remember how, but I ended up on the battlefield myself. We were left one on one with the opponent (lol, I was playing against a girl, I think, maybe TaKo or Slonysh, although people always change in dreams). By the way, the map was snowy, and there was water behind the enemy. So, we fought; I don't remember what happened, but in the end, I only had a shield left, which I used to defend and attack. Then Pryanik and someone else (a Hive creature) appeared. They were against me because they wanted to drown me. The first one attacked unsuccessfully and ended up in the water himself. Pryanik was luckier and grabbed me when he started to fall into the water. But I somehow pushed him away successfully, managed to break free, and then stood on the first corpse and got out on land (they seemed to fall into the water and die immediately, so that's what happened). So, we were left one on one with the opponent, and I ran towards him, and he ran away from me. We ended up near a house that I knew; we were rolling and fighting on the road, then he (she) ran towards the snowdrifts, climbed over them, and rolled down; I followed him on my shield, then we started climbing back up. I wanted to finish off the enemy with the shield, but I didn't succeed. Then either another dream started, or something else happened. But I liked how I fought with only a shield; it was really cool.

Senya had a strange dream indeed. We (HeroesWorld players) were fighting against Hollywood actors. It took place in a building, in some large kitchen, or maybe it was a store with rooms, like IKEA. The stars looked normal, maybe only with weapons, while we were all in character costumes. I remember Revan as Wesker, though he was buff and in a tank top, but the glasses and appearance were the same. I myself was Sector from MK, launching homing missiles, though I couldn't select the right target and often the missiles locked onto my own teammates, lol. But then I finally figured it out, yeah. I'd get up from the table, shoot, and hide back down, because there was constant shooting and everyone was yelling at each other. In the end we managed to capture Morgan Freeman and decided to call it quits. Either we got tired of playing, or maybe they gave up. People had already died anyway)) Well, that's basically it. There was something else before or after this, but I don't remember it well.

Was it just a dream? ((
I want to know how many frags I have.

More than a week ago, I had three and a half dreams in one night (a record!).

In the first one, I was a coach at a swimming pool. The pool was strange - in the shape of one long oval ring, a third of which was a closed tunnel. Various people from my life were swimming there - classmates, friends from the "Okean" youth camp, just friends. I was giving them some tasks. Then I got distracted, went out, and they had drained the water from the pool and were running along the bottom instead of swimming.

In the second one, I was standing on top of a hill with friends (the same ones who weren't in the first dream), and we were playing some kind of game - we had to knock down bottles placed on a snow-covered road leading down from the hill.

The second dream smoothly transitioned into the third - I went down the road a bit and turned right at the intersection. There were various vehicles - a snowmobile, a motorcycle, a Mercedes jeep, a square one. Maybe there was something else. There were people there, the ones I remember - my dad, a classmate, and Boris Yeltsin. The classmate got on the snowmobile, accelerated, and drove onto a small snowdrift (about five meters high), jumped on it like a ramp, and drove on. Everyone else drove off too, only Boris Nikolaevich remained. At that moment, I was somehow both myself and him at the same time. He was deep in thought, sitting in the Mercedes, and was afraid to drive after us. At the same time, I was riding a motorcycle next to my dad and classmate, and we drove up to Okean. Due to the tide, a lagoon formed on the shore, and I was riding my motorcycle in it (it wasn't very deep), then I drove onto the sand, stopped, and my dad was standing next to me. Then the fourth dream appeared - we were looking at this lagoon, and suddenly it became very deep and completely transparent. There were fish swimming in it, mostly salmon, the bottom was far away and beautiful - red and green algae, even, colorful stones. The fish were biting and devouring each other, but even those that were left without heads continued to swim. The dream returned from the third to the fourth, we got into the vehicles and returned to Yeltsin. Then I woke up.

And the day before yesterday, I had a dream where I ended up in hell. Hell wasn't fiery or remotely like Orwell's "1984" (which I still haven't managed to read) - it was also three states constantly at war. Demons (very anthropomorphic, like tieflings) put me in one of the cramped cells, with Azi and about ten other people. I remember we were flying in a dirigible over the front line, but I don't remember much else.

It's just one dream, smoothly flowing from one theme to another) it happens often, right?

Recently, I had a sad dream. I lived in some place where there were a lot of mice and cats. And the cats were constantly eating the mice(( I even got a mouse and a cat, and the cat took them away((
And then I had a birthday, and no one came(
Although everyone was supposed to be late by many hours, but I didn't sleep until they arrived.
But I lived in a huge house, like a country house in the Moscow region, only there were no people around. Only cats and mice)

It's one dream, smoothly flowing from one topic to another) that often happens.

These parts feature completely different characters (they don't repeat), different moods, and settings, so I consider them separate from one another.

It's very pleasant to reread this thread, recalling my old dreams or previously read dreams of other HeroesWorld members.

and I have a file on my hard drive where all my dreams are recorded.

I had many dreams, some were even funny, but one stood out the most.
I was in the school gymnasium, with my former classmate (we don't communicate anymore) and two other guys, also from our school, I think. The school itself was altered, as it usually is in my dreams. My friend started climbing the rope, I don't know why he was doing it, and I don't know what happened next, maybe those fools decided to play a prank and shake him, or maybe it was an accident, I don't remember, but my friend fell from a great height. We ran up to him, checked his pulse, he wasn't breathing. Then those two guys grabbed me and said that we needed to leave, because he was dead and there was nothing we could do. I didn't want to leave, although I did let them drag me for a while, but then I broke free and ran to my friend, crying, remembering that we could try to revive him. I started doing chest compressions, even gave him a slap once, then I wanted to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but my friend was already starting to come to. I stood up, with a smile on my face and immense joy in my heart. Tears were still in my eyes, but they signified happiness...

Yeah, just like in the movies

yes, it gives hope)